I shall endeavor to take the ground I deem most just to the North, the East, the West, the South, and the whole country.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection.

Without a name, perhaps without a reason why I should have a name, there has fallen upon me a task such as did not rest even upon the Father of his country.

The nearest friends can goWith anyone to death, comes so far shortThey might as well not try to go at all.

Instead of weeping when a tragedy occurs in a songbird's life, it sings away its grief. I believe we could well follow the pattern of our feathered friends.

This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog.